This beast needs to be named. Perhaps one of these days I can actually ride it for long enough where the giddy this-can't-possibly-be-legal-fun feeling disappears for long enough for me to realize exactly what I've done. I've often have the urge of wanting to just keep going past my destination when riding a bicycle but on this thing, its multiplied by 620. Well, 618 to be exact, for every CC in its Italian heart.
7.10.2013
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